Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.